And if a feller vants to pull de tremulo stop fer a lot o' Hoboes and Bullsheviki, and goes and spills his tears into his soup-" It sounded fierce; but Mary apparently knew her Abey; also, she saw that Maw was starting to cry.
"They Call Me Carpenter"
Upton Sinclair
The district swept by the fire was the local habitation of the fallen angels, Hoboes, and gamblers, and of that large class whose particular mode of subsistence is, and always has been, an unsolved mystery.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs
The Hoboes and the class of mysterious subsistence-men were afloat and hungry.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs